How We Met
They met in the stacks of the Bodleian Library on a rain-soaked October afternoon — Eleanor tracing marginalia in a fifteenth-century codex, Edmund reaching for the same shelf. Neither spoke at first. They simply read, side by side, until closing time.
A note appeared between the pages the following week. Then another. By the time the first frost came, they were inseparable — two scholars who had found in each other something no book could contain.